I walked away from a perfectly good firewhich I worked really hard to buildand then I called it a night. Simply because the radio started to play love songs. I had even stepped outside my comfort zone,invited my neighbor and his girlfriend, but they were nowhere to be found.I happen to knowthey were hiding in the shadows of the the moonhiding in the shadows of the back alleykissingaway from Grandpawho would not approvebut does. So, maybe I will call it a night, now.Go hide in the shadowsaloneand wait... Wait for summer to die? Wait for someone with whom to share a fire? Wait for someone with whom to share a love song? For all of the aboveI will wait.